Page 11 of The Perfect Spiral
Between Drew and Wes, my phone was blowing up so much I stopped looking at it when it buzzed. But then, my phone rang and I saw my brother’s name flash across the screen. I hesitated before answering.
“Why is Knox so pissed at you?” he asked, no greeting, straight to the point.
“He said you told him you didn’t want to go to his game. Now he’s been in a shit mood for two days. He won’t shut up about it. I thought he was gonna put his fist through a wall, like after we lost that game junior year.”
I’d thought skipping the game was no big deal. Clearly, it was more than that to him.
I told him I’d seen Knox that day—the day I accidentally called him. “He’s probably just pissed I don’t worship the ground he walks on like everyone else seems to.”
My brother moved on. While he babbled about flights and pickups for thanksgiving, I barely heard as I thought about Knox being angry.
Why did Knox care that much? Why did it mess him up so badly?
Later that day, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to findWes standing there.
“Hi…” I said, feeling so awkward that I’d been ignoring him. I was ready for him to rip into me, but he seemed totally normal.
“Thought you might like a ride to the airport?”
“Oh… Sure. Thanks, that would be great. We’re almost done packing.”
As we walked toward my room, he said causally, “Even ghosts need rides, right?”
I could feel my face turning red as I stammered out an apology. At a loss for words, I turned back to my suitcase and continued packing, mindlessly grabbing whatever was closest. I tossed in a handful of underwear before realizing that Wes was watching me. I glanced up, my eyebrows raised in question. “What?”
He gave me that familiar smirk. “Just imagining what you look like in that.” Instantly, my face heated up. I let out a nervous laugh and retreated to the bathroom to gather my toiletries. He followed me in.
“Are you going to pretend that didn’t happen?” Wes asked, leaning casually against the door frame.
“Pretend what didn’t happen?” I countered, feigning ignorance.
As I turned to face him, Wes moved closer, his hands on either side of me on the sink, effectively trapping me. “You know, Alex, you’re cute when you blush,” he said, grinning. His gaze was so intense that I could see my reflection in his eyes.
Slowly, he moved even closer, his hands sliding along the sink towards my hips. He gently touched my hips but didn’t let go of the sink behind me.
He leaned in until I could feel his breath on my ear. “Maybe Ineed to refresh your memory,” he suggested, “since you seem to have forgotten something I can’t get out of my mind.”
He moved his head so that his lips were barely touching mine, his eyes hungrily watching my lips. Subconsciously, I allowed my tongue to slip out and wet my lower lip, and his eyes followed the movement.
“You have a gift for teasing, sweetheart,” he whispered against my lips. I was frozen, unable to move, but the truth was, he was the one with that gift.
“I think it’s the other way around, Wes.” I was surprised at how seductive my voice sounded. I hadn’t even thought that sentence would come out of my mouth, let alone in such a seductive manner.
I knew I should step away. Between Drew and my brothers, this thing with Wes was messy and confusing and way too soon. But my body didn’t get the memo. My fingers itched to grab his shirt and pull him into me.
Chapter 6
“I need my kiss,” he whispered to me.
I curled my hand into the fabric of his shirt and yanked him toward me until our hips collided. “So get what you need then,” I said. He crashed his lips against mine, and I immediately responded to his kiss. It was heated, and I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to his, deepening the kiss.
He let out a low moan, which prompted me to run my hands through his hair. He trailed his own hands down my body until they reached my butt. Giving it a quick squeeze, he continued down to the back of my legs, then bent slightly, his hands sliding beneath my thighs. Then he lifted me onto the edge of the sink like I weighed nothing at all.
I felt small in his arms—delicate, but not fragile. He stepped between my legs, and I could feel how hard he was already. Our tongues fought each other for dominance. His hands cupped each side of my face, making the kiss more passionate.
We broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily and in sync. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, his thumb brushing my cheeks so lightly it sent a chill down my spine. “I can’t get enough of you, Alex.” With a final kiss, he brought me down from the sink.
I wanted more. I wanted to strip off both our clothes and take advantage of the hardness in his pants. I imagined how good it would feel. From the rumors I’d heard, Wes left women more than satisfied in that department. I deserved that too, didn’t I? Consequences be damned.
